Pull over? What the...

Last night I about died.

Alex, Danielle, and I were on our way to a party up in the Valley. Alex decided she was hungry so we made a quick pit stop at the ever glamorous Arctic Circle... super. I sat in the drive through for an eternity (ok maybe only 20 minutes) to get what smelled like month old chicken on a bun and a bloody lime ricki. Upon leaving said drive through we made out way through the canyon.

We arrived at the party to find our definition of party was completely different than that of the guys who invited us. 3.47 minutes after pulling into said party we threw the car in reverse and bulleted back to normal-ville. Already ranting, I careened down the North Ogden Pass. As the little white specks representing lights from homes and businesses on our side of the mountain, a burning smell reached my nostrils.

My breaks were burning. I had been driving in second so as not to have to burn my breaks, and yet there I was assaulted by break stench. I shifted up into drive and immediately tried to tap my breaks. Nothing happened. Boo. My black heels slammed the break to the floor in an attempt to feel some sort of result to no avail. My breaks were gone. Super.

I called mom, not sure why I guess because I always do in an emergency, and she offered the best advice a brick could give. "Mom my breaks are completely out."

"Well I guess you should pull over then hon."
How on earth was I supposed to pull over and stop... I believe one would need breaks for that. I'm just sayin..

Anywho... We made it back to my house safely and after letting the car cool down I took it out for a test drive. Good news. My breaks are solid...